Lyrics:
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
you must see somehow
Don't fall in love with me cause it's crazy
It's like suicide it's like homicide
I'm like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Don't fall in
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
in the G-ride
So what y'all bustas gon'do
When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you
One for the money
And too for the sjizzo
I'm lil
lies, it won't be long until he die
I done seen a homicide, guess that's why I'm traumatized
But I got Smelly by my side, we screamin' Easy when we drop
one for time for you
You motherfuckers
Yo Primo hold me down son, 'cause we ain`t playin no motherfuckin games
[Lil` Fame]
Fuck the East Coast,
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
I stick to the code and stay in control like mr.miyagi
Try to learn from a pro they study my flow I'm mr.miyagi
I know my shit go I feel like
miss you nigga
Lil' Tweety damn we miss you nigga
Look at me, we never envisioned this
If I crossed you on the way I never intended it
If I rob you I
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
'em
I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline
And my wrist game too
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
I'm out here slangin' three point fives like Mr. West I get them high
I got my people by my side, my motherfuckers ride or die
Don't try to hide I
Dead on arrival
Swear to God I'mma kill him as if I done put my hands on the Bible
Get him cause I'm liable
to rock a motherfucker off especially
by my side
You was always there for me always down to ride
Them hoes shot you in your leg and your neck issa homicide
Imma kill they ass call it
and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh
Yeah
I got
An unlikely bond
— an encounter
The counterparts I’d like to describe
as followed:
A mind, sharpened by hatred,
Mrs. Morrison had told me ‘bout
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
now
You must see somehow
Don't fall in love with me cause it's crazy
It might be suicide could be homicide
I'm like Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Don't
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through
And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in
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